They couldn't do it Monday because they needed a special tool to break up the stubborn tile.
Turns out that while most of the work done in the 1989 remodel was pretty slipshod, the tiles were the one thing that was built to withstand a bomb.
So they came in yesterday morning with this tool that looked fairly scary and sounded even more frightening.
Anyway, now the floor is gone.
It is 10:40 a.m. and there is no sign of the crew yet.
I forgot to ask them yesterday what the plan was for today, so I have no idea if they are even planning to work this morning.
Again, they did a great job cleaning up before they left yesterday.
George couldn't help himself and had to go inspect the work.
He is a nosy little bastard.